Dreaming big

We are house hunting and it is kind of exciting and also kind of stressful, and a little disappointing sometimes.  Saturday I looked at one house in a decent neighborhood.  They were asking what I pay now, but it's been on the market for a while so I figured if it was a little dumpy I could offer 1/2 and see.  It was too much of a dump to even offer 1/2!  I wish I had brought my camera - well I did but I left the stinkin card in my computer.  Anyway, it smelled awful and had birds.
My agent took me to another that just came on the market in a great neighborhood for 9k less than I pay on now.  Here are a few pics:

I don't think I'm going to find something better than that one.  What a difference from the first one I saw.  So, I was disappointed after walking the bird infested house, then I was excited to see the 2/3 acre w 1630sf house, and finally disappointed when I had to tell my realtor that this was aiming too high.  I want to take advantage of the market and get a 30k house, not a house that will run me what I'm already paying.  Then I got to thinking - I could do it.  I would be able to raise my children there.  I could let them loose in the back yard and only worry about them hurting themselves!  Now I'm stressed because I am actually considering buying this house.  I am getting assistance from the owners of the co I work for, so they have to move on it before someone else, but they said they'd look at it today.  I figure I have maybe a 10% chance of getting in to this house.  My boss will likely throw in a low offer and lose it, if he takes the time to bid at all.

I spent most of the night in a half awake state thinking about nothing but this stupid house. It's really annoying because it's not time to think about getting a riding mower, snow blower, taxes, heating cost, carpet, paint, raking all those frickin leaves, closing costs, fitting in w the upper middle class, commuting to work, daycare, where to put a hot tub, who gets which room... I could go on.  You will be seeing me write more about my house hunting woes.  It's plaguing me and I gotta vomit it out somewhere so I can relax.

It's pretty, isn't it?

Update: back to the drawing board.  2 offers in already and my boss won't jump on it.  Back to disappointed.  Really disappointed.  I don't know how to not get geeked up sometimes.  I suppose if it happens enough I'll stop etting excited.